Chapter 11-A Day in the City

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Bucky sat up so quickly that he actually fell out of bed. Beni had decided on waking him up apparently. Why else would she be banging her kitchen pots together? And he couldn't blame her. He had become to heavy a sleeper to not wake up when she called his name, but a light enough sleeper to get up when she was making that racket. After she fell down the stairs a few nights ago she was not to keen on trying the stairs again, and he couldn't particularly blame her, either.

So, to make Beni shut up, he begrudgingly got off of the floor and walked out.

"You know," he yawned, scratching his bed head, "You're going to ruin your pots like that." He looked down to see Beni sitting there. She was wearing a tank top and a pair of boxers that she got from who knows where, a wooden spoon in one hand and a pot in the other. She smirked and set them down on the coffee table and stood up with the help of her crutch.

"Then I suppose I we can get something to fix that later," she replied smoothly.

"We?"

"All you ever do is hang out here all day when I'm at work or something, and it's a Saturday, so I'm off. We are going to have a day in the city. Now get your ass dressed, and do something with your hair. I hear brushes work wonders these days."

Bucky, who had learned a long time ago to just go along with it, stopped half way up the stairs, turned around, and started climbing back up to go get ready. Beni did the same, except she didn't climb up any stairs.

"Isn't the fresh air nice for once?" Beni said as she managed to nudge Bucky without falling over. He just shrugged and pulled his left glove down a little more.

Bucky had changed from his sweatpants to a pair of jeans that were almost to small, a black T-Shirt that was also almost to small, so it made all of his muscles more defined, his combat boots, a leather jacket, and a pair of leather gloves. Bucky had done what Benin had told him and brushed his hair, but she took the liberty of pulling it back into a ponytail so none of his hair would bet in his face, except for the few strands that weren't long enough to get tied back.

Beni herself wore a pair of jeans (with the right leg tied off and expertly tucked away), and a tight, gray shirt that showed just how flat her stomach really was in comparison to her now fully developed chest. She was just thankful that there was no V-Neck. On her foot she wore a black, knee high boot, and bad her hair in a ponytail. Above all of that, she had on her brown bombers jacket that she oh-so loved so very much.

"Yeah, I guess," he said with a shrug of his broad shoulders. He had no idea where they were going as Beni hadn't told him where even though he had asked at least three times since they had left her house. Their house. The house. He didn't even know about that. But he was a little surprised that Benin hadn't even hinted where they were going. She would usually give him some extravagant riddle or make a big scene of telling him where she was going whenever she went out. She sometimes told him really casually, like if she was on her way to work in the morning. But most of the time she left early enough to where not even Bucky was awake. She usually got home in the afternoon around two or three. A couple times even four or five in the afternoon, and every time she came home she always had a smile. It seemed like that was the only facial expression she had, and if it ever changed it was because the smile either got bigger or smaller. He couldn't imagine her without a smile no matter how hard he tried.

He also like the fact that he didn't have to memorize every broken brick and random cracks in the sidewalk (which he noticed Beni always refused to step on), or every flickering light that came from inside some of the buildings they passed. Beni seemed to know where they were going, so he didn't have to worry about it. But he did note that when they took the subway there were three other stops before they made it to theirs.

He glanced down at her. She seemed to glow in the sunlight of the beautiful early fall day. Her outline and a few of her features seemed to be more defined and vivid. They weren't talking as they walked, which was okay with him. He just enjoyed being in her presence. It was like when she was around he didn't have to worry about HYDRA or any former S.H.I.E.L.D. agents or spies that were hunting him down. Hell, he barely even thought about getting his memories back nowadays. He had figured out long ago that they would come back to him naturally. There was always that itch in the back of his mind, and every now and again he even had flash backs. Some from the forties, from the war, or from his Winter Soldier days. He liked the ones from the forties and thirties the best. They were always filled with him helping the same scrawny, blonde kid that didn't know how to back out of a fight.

"Hey, earth to Princess," Beni said, waving a hand on front of Bucky's face. Bucky shook his head slightly and smirked down at her.

"Sorry, I space out there for a sec."

"It's cool. I was just telling you that we reached out destination, but no biggie."

"Where are we?" he asked.

"Isn't it obvious?" Beni scoff slightly "We're at a mall. An outdoor mall to be exact."

"So you brought be here so I could be your pack mule?"

"And to have fun with you. Now come on, there's a few clothing shops and you need clothes that fit you perfectly."

Bucky sighed, just going along with whatever Beni said, told, or did. He honestly didn't care either way. Her cooking was enough of a gift anyway.

She nudged him into a random store and dragged him through the sections and sections of clothes. Since he was smart, he grabbed a basket, but he was still a little to awkward to take his time ad pick out clothes he really liked over what he needed to just survive.

So he let Beni pick out all of his clothes.

He was kinda having fun.

Benin yawned as they got on the subway. She carried what she could in her backpack, but Bucky was carrying almost everything. Clothes, soaps, she got him a cell phone, and then there are some miscellaneous stuff that he hadn't even realized she had bought. He sat down on her right. That's how they always sat when try were right next to each other. She didn't want anyone sitting next to her right leg and Bucky wasn't comfortable with anyone but Beni being around his arm.

Before he could think to much about it, he felt a nudge from Beni and looked down. She was snuggling herself into the fabric of Bucky's jacket. But he didn't say no or shrug her off. He just relaxed into the seat so she could get a little more comfortable.